Lost in the darkness, I fade from the light.
Faith of my father my brother
My maker and Saviour.
Help me make it through the night.

Blood on my conscience and murder in mind.
Out of the gloom I rise up from my tomb
Into impending doom.
Now my body is my shrine.

The [bad word] free, the rain turns red.
Give me the wine, you keep the bread.
The voices echo in my head.
Is God alive or is God dead?
Is God dead?

Rivers of [bad word] through dying land.
Swimming in sorrow, they kill steal and borrow.
There is no tomorrow.
For the sinners will be damned.

Ashes to ashes, you can not exhume a soul.
Who do you [bad word] when [bad word] and lust,
Creed of all the unjust
Leaves you empty and unwhole?

When will this nightmare be over? Tell me.
When can I empty my head?
Will someone tell me the answer,
Is God really dead?
Is God really dead?

To safeguard my philosophy until my dying breath.
I transfer from reality into a living death.
I empathize with enemies until the time is right.
With God and Satan at my side, from darkness [bad word] light.

I watch the rain as it turns red.
Give me more wine I don’t need bread.
These riddles that live in my head.
I don’t believe that God is dead.
God is dead.

Nowhere [bad word]  nowhere to hide.
Wondering if we will meet again on the other side.
Do you believe a word what the good book said?
Or is it just a holy fairytale and God is dead?

God is dead. God is dead. God is dead. God is dead. Right.

But still the voices in my head
Are telling me that God is dead.
The blood pours down, the rain turns red.
I don’t believe that God is dead.

God is dead. God is dead. God is dead.